THE SEX GENIE - CHAPTER VII - Cassidy and Leanne's First Wish (Patreon)

Rhyssa had briefly hoped that having two heads to sort out, and even adjust, a wish could lead to something more than the usual first wish foibles.

That was not turning out to be the case.

"I wish my breasts were as big as my head and my nipples were hard and plump!"

That wish, made by Leanne, was pretty straightforward. Rhyssa would have granted it pretty much as she thought Leanne expected it to be.

But Cassidy's ability to alter it - within a reasonable theme of the original wish - had thrown in a few complications;

"Well, we should both have titties like that, none of which need a bra, and since he wants to play with them they should be sensitive enough for us both to cum when our new titties are touched!"

Rhyssa crossed her arms and nodded. First she would grant Leanne's wish, and then she would adjust it to fit how Cassidy had specified.

The roommates were watching the genie expectantly, and both looked down to their busts as they felt tingles. From within the curves of their breasts, bubbling up from their ribs, fresh warm fat was building.

Quickly.

First, the skin of their breasts pulled taught in warm tension, giving each of them perkier silhouettes. Then their skin went lax, more breast fat gurgled up - and their tops went tight.

"Oh shit..." Leanne gasped as her bra straps dug into her back and shoulders. She quickly pulled her tank top off and struggled to undo the clasp.

"Serves you right for pushing those things up so ridiculously!" Cassidy laughed. Her breasts were also fighting her bra, but hers was looser. She easily reached behind herself and undid the hooks through her shirt. Cassidy let the bra hang under the cotton as more of her shirt was lifted up by her expanding bust.

"Go fuck yourself," Leanne hissed, her tits nearly busting over her bra cups. She finally got the straps undone, the bra launching itself off Leanne's torso. Red pressure lines crossed over her wobbling flesh for a moment before the next bought of growth pulled them out.

Cassidy figured her boobs were growing in a similar fashion to Leanne's - it certainly felt like they were. As she watched her roommate's breasts descended further down Leanne's chest rib by rib she could feel it happening to herself under the shirt. It was strange a strange sensation on its own, but the cotton being slowly dragged over her fattening flesh added another layer to it all.

Either from Leanne's wish or the attention of the fabric, Cassidy felt her nipples start to engorge. They stiffened outwards, but didn't stop at the little pencil erasers Cassidy typical developed. She watched the cotton lift outwards as her nips plumped and grew, not getting much longer but certainly thicker.

Looking to Leanne's bare boobs Cassidy saw her dormmate's nips expanding outward over her areola - which hadn't been that wide, and were now nearly covered by nickel-thick nipples. They looked bloated and obscene to Cassidy, wobbling atop the bulbous fat.

Leanne was trying to hold her hanging mammaries in her arms and hand, but as they reached the size of her head the mass and weight was making that very different. Cassidy could feel the cool air of the dorm's air conditioning sweeping over inches of underboob hanging past the hem of her stressed shirt, the weight a constant tug on her back. The pair of women felt the growth stop and took labored breaths as they got a handle on the weight.

Then - it lightened. Cassidy and Leanne felt a combination of the fat before them letting slip some of gravity's grip, while their backs simultaneously strengthened. Cassidy watched as Leanne's enormous boobs, which had been hanging with a natural slope when they slipped from her grip, started to perk upwards. Cassidy's own breasts were slipping up into her shirt slightly, and she watched Leanne carefully pull her arms away from her titanic chest.

Her breasts had tightened up significantly into two shapely orbs, as had Cassidy's. It was clear that neither of them would need a bra for support, as their magically enhanced bubbies now had the curve and deep plunging cleavage more attributed to plastic surgery.

"Oh great, natural titties everyone is going to think are plastic surgery!" Leanne groused, and she looked to Cassidy with fire in her eyes, "This is your meddling with my wish!"

"Oh, please, like you wanted titties you'd have to keep strapped up in a mega bra the rest of your life!"

Rhyssa sighed, waiting for when one of them would notice.

"They're my titties and if I wanted my titties to hang free that's up to me!"

"Your titties will thank me when...why do we keep saying titties? I'm trying to say titties...wait..."

"I'm not saying titties, I'm saying titties, you're saying...hey!"

Each paused for a moment before turning to the genie.

"Mistress over here specified that you have 'titties' so that is what you each call them so that others will know what they are."

"What? I'm stuck saying titties for the rest of my life?" Leanne shouted.

"It's a bit circumstantial," Rhyssa, sighed, "If you in any way mean to include either of your own chests within the term you will say 'titties' but if you refer to a specific other single person's breasts you can say other words."

"That's a very specific interpretation of what I said," Cassidy mused. She made sure to note Rhyssa's take on her wording for next time.

"Well, I am certainly fixing all of this !" Leanee fumed, "I wish my titties looked completely natural and I could call them whatever I wanted."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but I can only grant you one wish a day."

"For fuck's sake, seriously? I have classes I need to go to! People are going to see me!" Leanne brought up her hands to cup her breasts. "I don't need rumoooOOOH!"

"Gaaaaahhhfffffuck!" Cassidy gurgled. Both women had let loose exclamations of pleasure the moment Leanne's palms reached the underside of her breasts. Orgasms had instantly welled up within both roommates, causing Cassidy to collapse backwards onto her bed and Leanne to grab her desk chair for support.

For a moment the only noise in the room was the haggard breathing of both women working through their afterglows. Then angry and curious stares were cast to Rhyssa. She took a deep breath, knowing this wasn't going to go well.

"Mistress over here specified that your titties be so sensitive that you'd both orgasm whenever they are touched."

"What? I'm gonna cum if she scratches a titty? Fuck!"

"How are we going to wear shirts?"

"My apologies for not being clear. Clothing will simply be arousing, it needs to be the touch of flesh to cause the sudden onset orgasm."

"Oh, thanks for being picky about that..." Leanne growled with sarcasm, but a part of her was relieved to hear there was some sanity to what had been done to her. That didn't mean she wasn't still really mad. "Just go back in your bottle before you fuck up something else!"

"Wait, no, she should stay if we have more questions!"

Rhyssa took the opportunity of conflicting requests from her mistresses to hide in the bottle, but not be fully sent away. Not that Cassidy or Leanne knew the difference.

"Fuck, good job, now we have to wait until tomorrow to learn more from her!" Cassidy pouted, making some assumptions about the daily wishes and her ability to summon Rhyssa. The genie loved when mistresses drew hasty conclusions, it was the top source of what freedom she still had.

"Oh, you have no room to complain to me!" Leanne hissed, her bare breasts wobbling gently as she confronted her roommate, "It's because of you I have magic fake hair-trigger titties! I had the perfect set to seduce Colin Determan with before you had to fuck it up! What have you got to say for yourself?"

Leanne had stepped closer and closer and was seething right in Cassidy's face. She could only think of one way to diffuse the situation.

She poked Leanne in the boob.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiit..."

"Fuuuuuuukyooooooo," Leanne melted backwards, missing her mattress so her ass plopped to the floor, her shoulders dragging down the bedframe. Both young women's faces flushed red as they rode another burst if bliss into afterglow.

Cassidy thought she'd prepared herself, but had already forgotten how intense the sensation was - far more intense that what her fingers could do. But without the physical lead up, the mental desire, the climb of arousal, there was something less satisfying about these orgasms.

"Stop...that..." Leanne muttered.

"You did the first one," Cassidy gasped.

"I don't care. I have to get to my next class, and I don't have time to shower. Or change into something that can cover these titties - damn it! - more than once. So keep your hands off of yourself!"

Leanne pulled herself up from the floor, and Cassidy caught sight of a very obvious stain on the front of the red thong she was wearing under her skirt. The blonde stomped over to her closet and yanked the underwear down to her ankles, bending so far to be baring her ass and glistening labia to Cassidy.

Cassidy winced and looked away. Leanne had never so blatantly undressed in the room before, but she was clearly in a rush - and Cassidy figured once you cause your roommate to magically cum by poking her breasts the line of modesty was pretty blurred. Leanne wiped herself dry and pulled on a basic pair of black panties.

Roughly yanking open a dresser drawer Leanne dug around until she pulled out a large V-neck t-shirt from the first day of class that semester, the university's logo silk-printed across the front. She pulled it over her head, threaded through her arms, and then gasped from the sensation of the fabric dragging first over the upper slope of her boobs, and then dragging over her bloated nipples.

"Don't you dare..." Leanne spat at Cassidy, detecting a bit of laughter welling up from her roommate. Cassidy pulled it back as Leanna sucked air through her teeth as she pulled the shirt all the way over her chest. The lower hem hung about two inches above her belly button. Leanne's nips popped like thimbles under the material. Her cleavage was deep and round through the V.

"It's a goooood look," Cassidy grinned. Leanne's glare could have cast daggers.

"With God as my witness, if you touch those titties even once while I am in class I will make your life a living Hell!" Leanne hissed.

"What if Colin Determan touches them?"

The question took Leanne aback.

"When's your last class end?"

"4:45."

"My lab goes until 5:15," Leanne muttered, "Let's call a truce, in all things, until 5:30, okay? Then anything goes." The blonde put her hand out for a shake. Cassidy stared at it, caught in her desire to ruin Leanne's day with random orgasms, but recognizing the impact it would have on her own schedule.

"Fine." And they shook.

Leanne stormed out of the dorm, her new boobs bouncing lightly, the hanging hem of her t-shirt swinging back and forth. As the door closed Cassidy stood up and approached her mirror. Gently she gripped the bottom of her shirt and pealed it and the bra up and off of herself, baring her chest for the first time since it had grown.

Dropping her clothes to the floor Cassidy stared flabbergasted at her new boobs - no, "titties" she reminded herself. And titties they were. These were not intended to feed new life - these were for sex. Her molded mammaries were massive - absolutely as big as her head. And for as much fat and flesh that they contained the rational mind could only believe that the rounded orbness of them came from artificial sources.

But the supernatural sacks gently wobbled atop Cassidy's ribs as real as could be, her thick and stiff nips bare in the air. If she was very still Cassidy thought she could feel her blood pumping through the nipples, which were slightly too big for her areola.

She started to bring her hands up to test the smooth taught skin and feel how soft they were, but stopped herself just in time. She already needed to change her underway - somehow her jeans hadn't yet showed any stain, and she didn't want to ruin them.

Plus, she did somewhat fear what retribution Leanne would wreak if she broke their truce.

Deciding that the best course of action was to cover them up as quickly as possible Cassidy dug out her own university-branded top, this one a light zip-up hoody with pockets. She slipped into the arms and then gently pulled up the zipper, gasping as she felt the material pull together over her expanses of flesh and nipples.

As she let go of the zipper low enough to put a good amount of cleavage on display - one never knew where Colin Determan might pop up - Cassidy let a long sigh of arousal as she felt her pussy warm and wet from the inner fabric gently gliding over her titties with each breath. Even the hoody's slightly heavier-than-a-t-shirt cotton could not fully tamp back the assertiveness of her fat nips.

Cassidy slipped her jeans off and got a wiff of her damp underwear. She pealed them off, wiped herself, and redressed with a fresh pair. She bemoaned having to go to her next classes, but unlike self-conscious Leanne Cassidy didn't care who saw her new titties.

She was just sad she couldn't stay in the dorm and play with them.

Knowing that staying alone in the dorm would only lead to her breaking the truce, Cassidy threw the water bottle into her purse - the slight brush of skin from her secondary mistress accidentally giving Rhyssa more time to hide in the bottle - and headed for class. If she hurried she wouldn't be late.

But if she hurried, the bounce of Cassidy's big breathtaking breasts would certainly have her staining her jeans well before she got to class...